[Verse 1]Niggas screw they face up at meOn some real shit son, they don't want beefI cock that, aim that shit out the windowSpray, there ain't a l left in my heatYa'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay downGet hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make itYou niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains outHave you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'I'm from Southside mothaa, where the gats explodeIf you feel like you on fire, boy drop and rollniggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns coldNow you can be a victim or you can lock and loadThe party jump, with shorty bouncin' that assI won't , gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats upI got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunkCarve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck backIn my hood

[Verse 2]I don't trust a mothain' soul when the D's come they foolOn my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safeTo have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your placePut a gun in your face, tell ya open the safeAs your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-caseCo-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at youRun the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cakeThese thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'emI'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'They make it harder and harder to pump on the blockI'm a hustler, how the I'm supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck backIn my hood

[Verse 3]That house party off the hook, until the shots go offWell thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show offUhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some disciplinePeep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alleyLook at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalliThe grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped upYou shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip upIt ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]You know not to do good now

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck backIn my hood

"This Is 50"[Intro]This is 50

[Chorus]I don't know what you take me forI really don't play that shitI ain't got to get you hitI get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 1]I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shitI got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothaa out this bitchI unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shitI'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tintsI do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kidniggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shitI be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy richNow what you know about movin' that Pervuian and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

[Chorus x2]I don't know what you take me forI really don't play that shitI ain't got to get you hitI get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 2]Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whipI rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that sixI'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shitI have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitchYou saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shitIn the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya cribnigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shitGot the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips

[Chorus x2]I don't know what you take me forI really don't play that shitI ain't got to get you hitI get out myself and spray that shit

[Bridge]Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangstaMan I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank yaMan I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shitMan I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit

[Outro]This is 50Yeahnigga cherish meLike the water you drinkLike the air you breatheYou need me to liveYeah

"I'm Supposed To Die Tonight"[Intro - 50 Cent]Ahh manYou know where the niggas be at right?Take me to 'em

[Chorus- 50 Cent]All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'I'm supposed to die tonightniggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okayI'm down to ride tonightWe rollin, whip stolen, AK loadedI'm down to ride tonightWe smokin', straight locin', locked and loadedSomebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]This is nothin' new, I been in the position beforeGrandma crib, niggas outside of her doorDifferent day, same shit, old mac, new clipThirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber gripI'm a boss, but niggas never show no respectI catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tecWanna come test me, pussy boy don't tryPolice responds, never fast enough, the shots firedDon't be stupid, find out who you in' wit son'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails doneIts elementary, life is but a dreamYou know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a streamAfter you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shitYou took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitchSometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angleDon't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel

[Chorus - 50 Cent]All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'I'm supposed to die tonightniggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okayI'm down to ride tonightWe rollin, whip stolen, AK loadedI'm down to ride tonightWe smokin', straight locin', locked and loadedSomebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]In 2002, if you asked me to make a wishI simply woulda wished that my music would be a hitBig said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paperAnd pray for my downfall, I understand it allBut me, I'm a little more flashy a niggaSo chances are, I'ma have to blast me a niggaI'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shitAnd eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklaceI shine so hard, I make mothaas wanna kill meEvery projects and every hood I go, they feel meKnow it sounds like rap, but this shit is real BI don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthyWhen I come out to play, had my mom been with meYou could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with meHomeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life spanHold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand

[Chorus - 50 Cent]All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'I'm supposed to die tonightniggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okayI'm down to ride tonightWe rollin, whip stolen, AK loadedI'm down to ride tonightWe smokin', straight locin', locked and loadedSomebody gon' die tonight

[Bridge- 50 Cent]I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skinI'll get atcha, blow shots at ya manI'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretendI'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawgHave you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boyI get to wavin' that semi, like its legalA lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagleYou know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nineI'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crimeBig ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shineC'mon man, you know how I shineI'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl topGot a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shotsThat fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club"My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dudJada don't with me if you wanna eatCause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb DeepYeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocalsBut thats only New York dawg, your ass is local

[Bridge- 50 Cent]Yeah yeah, get more money, more moneyYeah yeah yeah, get more money, more moneyYeah yeah yeah, get more money, more moneyYeah yeah yeah, get more money, more moneyYeah

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sellsI'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cellHe don't want it with me, he in PCI can have a nigga run up on him with a shankFor just a few pennies out my piggy bankYayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeoryIts an emergency, a Michael Jackson seeLooked at a picture and said she looks like meKelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yardThen Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his armI mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these gunsFirst thing they say about you, is you a sucker for loveThis is chess, not checkers, these are warning shotsAfter your next move I'll give you what I got

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and ShadyThe worst baby, put your hands on my peopleI'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybeBut dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IVI'll leave ya witnesses when I ride BYou with me, you seeI'll react like an animal, I'll tear you apartIf the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in artniggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from startBut bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)So you take the good with the bad, I guessLevel three Teflon plate on my chestAnd my cock back hollow tip in the chamberDanger, anger will change yaAnd make ya aim that and squeeze

Mothaa you retarded,you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departedWe're walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you startedI said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughtaBe thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THATThat's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BATMobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRATRetaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKSSome where along the line its like me and 50 made PACTHe's got my back, I got his back, BACKIts almost like were kinda, like Siamese twinsCuz when we beef, we pull each other in,To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashableSome shit'll never boil overSome of it will just simmer at best, if left alonebut let it be known there will be no sit downsWith no Daves and 'ZinosThere will be no peace discussions with meThere aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and teaJust quit in with me and ill gladly quit in with youJust spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get throughWithout mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy IovineOr Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it beOr we'll be back with a:.

[Verse 3- 50 Cent]nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splittedI don't give a , I don't care if police know I did itMan I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzardI go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get itGot 'em on the scheme, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with itYou cross me and you gon' make a cemetery visitThat's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live itShowcases drop, when that chopper chopWay up the block, get hit with copper topsWhen drama pop, the llama popAnd it won't stop, you can run, call the copsThey say no, niggas know how I be on itThat shit you got, put my pistol to you I want itIts not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flameUp against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia][50 Cent]I'll take you to the candy shopI'll let you lick the lollypopGo 'head girl, don't you stopKeep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)[Olivia]I'll take you to the candy shopBoy one taste of what I gotI'll have you spending all you gotKeep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]You can have it your way, how do you want itYou gon' back that thing up or should i push up on itTemperature rising, okay lets go to the next levelDance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettleI'll break it down for you now, baby it's simpleIf you be a nympho, I'll be a nymphoIn the hotel or in the back of the rentalOn the beach or in the park, it's whatever you intoGot the magic stick, I'm the love doctorHave your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotchaWanna show me how you work it baby, no problemGet on top then get to bouncing round like a low riderI'm a seasons vet when it come to this shitAfter you work up a sweat you can play with the stickI'm tryin to explain baby the best way I canI melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]Girl what we do (what we do)And where we do (and where we do)The things we do (things we do)Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]Give it to me baby, nice and slowClimb on top, ride like you in the rodeoYou ain't never heard a sound like this beforeCause I ain't never put it down like thisSoon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipperIt's like it's a race who can get undressed quickerIsn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongsHad me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm goneI touch the right spot at the right timeLights on or lights off, she like it from behindSo seductive, you should see the way she windHer hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grindAs Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppinDrippin wet with sweat man its on and poppingAll my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its onAnd we gon' sip til every bubble in every bottle is gone

[Chorus 2x]

"Outta Control"

[Intro - 50 Cent]YeahShadyAftermath

[Chorus - 50 Cent]I guess you didn't knowI be back for moreEverybody's on the floorGoin', goin' outta control

[Bridge - 50 Cent]Set it off from your left dawgSet it off from your right dawgSet it off nigga I said set if off

[Verse 1]Sick with it boy, better get wit it whatIn the club, I get it goin' goin' uhhJust move it to the music its onTo the sound of 50 and D-R-EEverythings calculated in time percisedNever move another mill let's get right aightSuccess is my drug of choice I'm high off lifeFeelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the diceShorty do what you wanna doHit the dance floor, move how you wanna moveLater on, we can cruise if you wanna cruiseIts whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

[Bridge - 50 Cent]Set it off from your left dawgSet if off from your right dawgSet it off nigga I said set it off

[Verse 2]System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'Thats what you get, you in my hoodI thought you understoodYou know me, VIP, no IDBottles in DP, I do it real BIGBitches break their necks to be where I beTake 'em to ecstacy without ecstacyI'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipeDoc got the antedote and send the drugs in the noseCan you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel itAnd remind you that you rockin' with the realest

[Bridge - 50 Cent]Set it off from your left dawgSet it off from your right dawgSet it off nigga I said set it off

[Verse 3]I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' upI do my thang in the club with the burner toungeTill the speakers all blown we gon' turn it upAnd do that damn thang, yeah do that maynShorty, hit me high, then hit me lowGet to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'A little dose of it, now I want some moreNo body put that thang on me like that beforeI be a fiend for it, its the way you moveBut I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no foolIf you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with itHit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

[Bridge - 50 Cent]Set if off from your left dawgSet it off from your right dawgSet it off nigga I said set it off

"Get In My Car"

[Intro]UhhhhhYeahUhhhhhYeah

[Verse 1]I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit itAny nigga gettin' outta line can get itI make it hot, mothaas freeze up when I come throughMac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkelI might smile and say whats up but I don't with you niggasMy rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggasI'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push mePut my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussyWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friendsSo much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rimsIf your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get inI don't play but I'm a playa till the mothain' end [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]I got no pickup linesI stay on the grindI tell the hoes all the timeBitch get in my car (Bitch get in)I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokesAnd when I open that do'Bitch get in my car

[Verse 2]Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiitNow you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitchI ain't shiting these hoes, man I'm bout my paperIf your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take herBackseat of my jeep, till I up her make upTake her to the Diamond District, introduce her to JacobTell her if she like me she should keep me iceyMy game with a bitch brain till she think she wifeySpent a life savings in a day, cause she likes meCommittment for me, uhh nah not likelyWhen I with Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]I got no pickup linesI stay on the grindI tell the hoes all the timeBitch get in my car (Bitch get in)I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokesAnd when I open that do'Bitch get in my car

[Verse 3]Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lieThey blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm highFirst its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calmFeel the rush, like a needles in your armIts a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enoughFind out when you in' broke, love won't get you on the busMan you should see the pretty bitches that be in' meThey suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to meHundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love69's the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?My conversations so deep, I get in your headNext thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]I got no pickup linesI stay on the grindI tell the hoes all the timeBitch get in my car (Bitch get in)I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokesAnd when I open that do'Bitch get in my car

[Outro]HahahaQuit playin' bitch get itYou know you wanna ride with a nigga50 CentG-G-G-G-G-Unit[Gunshots]

"Ski Mask Way"

[Intro]YeahI'm Tryin to catch me sumthinI'ma catch you sumthin

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nicethat's what you bought from methat chain is nicethat's what you bought from methem earrings is niceThat's what you bought from me?Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

[Verse 1]You wanna spray at me? Go headThe last nigga that triedGot hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he diedYa little sister callin you stupidReason why?Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tiedI came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant waitGot a brand new cig and that old thirty eightI be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plateWatchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gateI stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next dayYou thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch pleaseThis is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keysMy black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuanaCocaine comin out my pores in the saunaIm serious man I'm so sincereThis the flow right here that ed up Jeffery's careerMake money, take moneyYeah nigga yeah

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nicethat's what you bought from methat chain is nicethat's what you bought from methem earrings is niceThat's what you bought from me?Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

Whos dat peepin in my windowWowThe feds on me nowThey know when im sleepinThey know when im wakeI know they got my phone taped im screamin jakeIm tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched statesBad news V-A now that sounds greatI see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined upThis towns one big pussy waitin to get edI holla at A-I peoples to get gatsThey charged me 500 a piece for two macsThen im back doin meIm back out on a spreeCatch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat DGive me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for meThe more product I take the more paper we seeChange my name in N-Y they don't know where I beYeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nicethat's what you bought from methat chain is nicethat's what you bought from methem earrings is niceThat's what you bought from me?Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones acheDetox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shakeI'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bagTake one hit, I slide off to the land of the H manWhen we first met, I thought you'd never doubt meNow you tryna leave me, you'll never live without meGirl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soonTie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoonNow put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it inRelapse you back bitch, don't ever try that againAll that shit I did for you, I made you feel goodWe have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a flingWhat we have is more sacred than a vow or a ringYou broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you didIf you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kidsListen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin'But we have a bond and its not to be broken

[Hook x2- 50 cent]We got a love thing, girl you try to leave meBut you need me, can't you see you're addicted to meWe got a love thing, I can take you higher girlin' with me, you can be all you can be

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' meI'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' meI heard she biual, she with that girlBut boy, oh boy, in' wit me is a whole 'nother worldAfter that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin'I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "ual Healing"Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne tooI be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm in' with youI chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crewSee this is new to you, but to me this ain't newI live a lavished life, listen if the mood is rightMe, you, and your sister can do the do tonightI never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calmI be the incentive and reason for you to move forwardLet's make a date, promise me you'll come and see meEven if it means you have to sell ya mama's TVI love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy

[Hook x2- 50 cent]We got a love thing, girl you try to leave meBut you need me, can't you see you're addicted to meWe got a love thing, I can take you higher girlin' with me, you can be all you can be

[Verse 3- 50 Cent]I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a doveThat monkey on your back, symbolizes my loveYour friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'emOver and over you hurt me, my love is unconditionalThey talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to sayBut when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain awayThey set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queenFiddle about me behind your back, they call you a in' fiendCan we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug youPush me inside you, no other man can loves you like I doCall me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real goodI found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man shouldIt was written long before, it was carved in a treeForever me and you baby we were meant to beThere's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fateAnd we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gatesAnd to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes

[Hook x2- 50 cent]We got a love thing, girl you try to leave meBut you need me, can't you see you're addicted to meWe got a love thing, I can take you higher girlin' with me, you can be all you can be

"Ryder Music"

[Intro]YeahYeah we can ride to thisJust lay back, crew

[Verse 1]Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweetI put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beatI put my life on the line when I'm out on the streetPut my teflon on and roll with my heatI keep my circle nice and small, I don't with these clown niggasIn a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggasSoon as I step on stage, the crowd applaudsSoon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock soarI ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tellThe east coast crib, the size of a small hotelThe shit journalist write about me, get me confusedHave me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he loseI read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiitGo through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dickNow we can get hostile or we can do this smoothT&T around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus x2]This is what you call ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to itLet's roll, I can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that ryder music (let's go)[Let's go]

[Verse 2]Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels goodOn the low, I done ed half of HollywoodHad your favorite actress from your favorite showsIn my favorite position, you know how it goesIn my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs flyHomie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke toStay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke youJealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch madeThey make you wanna run across they're head with a switch bladeThey point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bugMy flows crack you listen, your in' brains on drugsLook, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tecFool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whippedCards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respectYou try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct

[Chorus x2]This is what you call ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to itLet's roll, I can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that ryder music (let's go)(Let's go)

[Verse 3]My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta winPray to Lord, forgive me for my sinsStill thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'Like the stones on my wristZonin', guess this is how it feels to be richHomie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitchStupid, chase the paper, they come with the shitI'm fallin', in love with successEntrepeneure, connoisseur, I maneuver the bestRowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handleStunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candleAs wise men speak, I listen and learnA man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turnsRappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shitThey mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kidIn '99, I had a vision and made a decisionBein' broke is against my religion, now picked up

[Chorus x2]This is what you call ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to itLet's roll, I can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that ryder music (let's go)(Let's go)

"Disco Inferno"

[Hook x2]Lil' mama show me how you move it,Go ahead put ya back into it,Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,Shake... shake... shake that ass girl.

[Verse 1]Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.The flow sounds sicker over Dre' drums nigga,I ain't stupid - I see Doc and my dope come quicker.Whoa!Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that assss girl.I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here.Oooohh.I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood.So gully, so grimey, what's good?Outside, the Benz on dubs -I'm in the club wit the snubs - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'.Uuuhhh.

[Hook x2]Lil' mama show me how you move it,Go ahead put ya back into it,Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.

[Verse 2]Let's party, everybody stand up.Everybody put ya hands up.Let's party, everybody bounce wit me.Sip champagne and burn a little greenery.This hot.Disco Inferno, let's go.You are now rockin wit a pro.I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.Get my drank on nigga on the dance floor.Look homie I don't dance all i do is this.It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist.Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.You mix a lil' Cris with a little Don Perignon.And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on.Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right,we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.

[Hook x2]Lil' mama show me how you move it,Go ahead put ya back into it,Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.

[Verse 3]You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'.Uh-huh.Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes.U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah.Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain.G-Unit!Next level now, turn it up a notch.Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco.Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!

[Hook x2]Lil' mama show me how you move it,Go ahead put ya back into it,Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.

"Just A Lil' Bit"

[Intro]YeahShadyAftermathG-Unit

[Verse 1]Damn baby all I need is a lil bitA lil bit of this, a lil bit of thatGet it crackin' in the club when you hear this shitDrop it like its hot, get to workin' that backGo shake that thang, yeah work that thangLet me see it go up and downRotate that thang, I wanna touch that thangCan you make it go round and roundI step up in the club, I'm like who you withG-Unit in the house, yeah thats my cliqueYeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old schoolOn the dance floor, a nigga doin' old movesI don't give a , I do what I wan' doI hit your ass up, boy I done warned youBetter listen, when I talk, nigga don't tripYo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitchI ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink onGot my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink onI'ma kick it at the bar till its time to goThen I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

[Chorus]All a nigga really need is a lil bitNot a lot baby girl just a lil bitWe can head to the crib in a lil bitI can show ya how I live in a lil bitI wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bitTake 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bitGet to kissin' and touchin' a lil bitGet to lickin' and ing a lil bit

[Verse 2]This is 50, comin' out your stereosHard to tell though, cause I switched the flowEyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro'Pockets on swoll cause I move the O'sMy neck, my wrist, my ears is frozeCome get ya bitch, she on me dawgShe musta heard about the doughNow captain come on and save a hoeI get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chainNumber one on the chart, all the time maynWhen the kid in the house, I turn it outKeep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubtAnd shorty shake that thang like a pro maynShe back it up on me I'm like oh maynI get close enough to her so I know she can hearSystem thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear

[Chorus]All a nigga really need is a lil bitNot a lot baby girl just a lil bitWe can head to the crib in a lil bitI can show ya how I live in a lil bitI wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bitTake 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bitGet to kissin' and touchin' a lil bitGet to lickin' and -- a lil bit

[Chorus x2]All a nigga really need is a lil bitNot a lot baby girl just a lil bitWe can head to the crib in a lil bitI can show ya how I live in a lil bitI wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bitTake 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bitGet to kissin' and touchin' a lil bitGet to lickin' and -- a lil bit

[Verse 1]I do this all the time, stuck with a little shineWalk with a little nine, case I get in a bindThey say I'm in' crazy, they think I'm out my mindCause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the timeNow you know the hoes, they know how I rollIn that new Rolls with the suicide doors22 inch chrome, a nigga money lowYou try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blownYou go against the grain, pussy and you on ya ownYou right there in my zone, welcome to the terridomeThe ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veinsBlue still in the range, I'm doin' my thangThe semi auto spray, run if you get awayI'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another daynigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya headYou touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

[Verse 2]In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm aroundHop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game downYou see me in ya projects, 187's in progressHard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'emYou cut 'em once and keep fight, it just keep cuttin' emIts real killa instinct, kill or be killedTrust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel around and get ya cap peelednigga you know the drill, BrownsvilleFlat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn ZooFeed the wolves, they eat the foodAnd they ?? fathom toonigga welcome to the jungle, New York New YorkGangstas who signed with me actually let their guns talkI'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippesI'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clipsI don't know karate, but I split the bricksI don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch

[Verse 3]I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut yaIn case your dumbass wanna tussleAR-15, co-exist to make the l case muffleScope, infrared, run you're still deadHit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your headContract killa, murder for the scrillaSearch, find a nigga, run up behind a niggaShoot car windows out to flatline a niggaGun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavyYou on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you readyNo exception to the rule, death is promisedPlus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamasGot respect for you, ?? I will comodate youOne phone call and niggas will exterminate youNo future in' with me, there's no tomorrowniggas'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

This is so close, now follow instructionsCatch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck himI ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch emHere's what to do if you see him approach me,Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homiesI don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foneyEverytime I come around they call the police on meThats why the D's in the precinct know meThey know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap peopleI'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , BYou could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayneMad as a mothaa that I'm holdinSee me in the back of the Phantom RollinQuick to make examples outta niggas fa sho manHold me down

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Shoot, Stab, Kill muaYou ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksuckerEvery word out my mouth is feltThat ?? I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will meltBarber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,gored, ya head all taped upniggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm aroundHaha, my soldiers around in this,some shit go down, and a nigga get laid downIts no surprise cause niggas know how I get downBlack tint on the Testarossa,Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clappedYou monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shitYou clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shitCatch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shitWe organize discipline, plus we militant

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo][Wierd intro by Yayo]

I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kittedWaves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit itniggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the macI put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hatMy boy was a dolja, now he a souljaMy lil' son ?? lettin off the rugerIn a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemiesRidin and gassed up off double D batteriesMass casualties, is hooked to them IV's50 gimme the word, thats when I squeezeClick clack, take that, fall back, its a contract50 grand, and 50 man

[chorus]

"Position Of Power"

[Intro]HahahaI told niggas not to shoot dice with meLook at this stackI got moneyI got moneyHahaha

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lamMurcielago, top down, nigga damnI'm the biggest crook from New York since son of SamCruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my handThinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expandI plan to head out west and plant my feet downA nigga big as King Kong in the street nowI do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a cribIts palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kidI touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicksHave some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dickMy mom turn in her grave if I married a white chickBut baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shitniggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charmThirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the DonCrack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

[Chorus- 50 Cent]nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harderI got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powderMy niggas we gee packs, devour on the hourThey shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of powerYou around if you wanna

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touchedI don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutchniggas know my stage, they don't with me sonYou got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gunThis is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed backType shit you recline to in the MaybachI got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzzYou get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuzI live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grainYou know a nigga still really tryna move caneMake a lil extra money on the side maynI ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds wordPuttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin'I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crackGoin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus- 50 Cent]nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harderI got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powderMy niggas we gee packs, devour on the hourThey shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of powerYou around if you wanna

[50 Cent overlapping]I build you upBut if ever I fall downAnd I need you to pick me upPromise me you'll be aroundHold me downI'll build you up

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]Listen if you let me, I'll be the reason you shineIts a secret I want the world to know that you're mineBut on some real shit, communications could be betterSo I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letterThey can play it on the radio, a hundred times a dayI figure when you hear it, you would stop and think of meI wanna get to know ya and be the reason you smileGirl, you know where I'm from, you know how I get downWhen times are tough, tell me that I'm specialNot rap, I mean me, that I'm specialYou know they say diamonds are a girl's best friendPrecious stones, could you put me before themIf so, I'll see to it that they always aroundNothin' but the best now, how does that soundIf I drop a jewel when we talk you can keep itGirl, you on my mind all the time, its a secret

[Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx]Baby I'll build you upGirl if I, never show I have you by my sideI build you upGirl I need to know for sure you're mineI need to know for sure

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]I think about you thinkin' that you feel the same wayWas it just my imagionation again runnin' awayIf you ready to ride girl come on let's rollG-55 fly ma let's goIts hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my presentYour smile makes me smile, I'll show you my styleWe can shop a lil bit, I pick out my shitOne pair at a time, till your shoe games sickNow who knows what the future holds, we'll be together probablyFor better or worst, like Whitney and BobbyIf you wanna play house, we can play house thenBut wait why pretend if you can move inBefore I be your buddy in bed, let me be your best friendGirl, its more than lust, I want your trustYou keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with youCause I know with you by my side, there's nothin' I can't do

[Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx]Baby I'll build you upGirl if I, never show I have you by my sideI build you upGirl I need to know for sure you're mineI need to know for sure

"God Gave Me Style"

[Chorus]God gave me styleGod gave me graceGod gave me styleGod gave me graceGod put a smile on my faceHaha, God put this smile on my faceGod made me shine like the sunGod make me shine like the sunSometimes I feel like I'm the oneSometimes I feel like I'm the oneIt ain't my fault

[Bridge]I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it downIt ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]Listen you can call me what you want, black and uglyBut you can't convince me the Lord don't love meWhen my cds drop, they sell the bestYou call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessedI'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dreamBest deal I made was tradin' the mic for that triple beam.I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hellSo what happens to a changed man who dies in a cellI need no answers to these questions, cuz time will tellGot a date with destiny, she's more than a girlDon't much good come from me, but my musicIs a gift given from God so I'ma use it (Yeaaah!)

[Chorus]God gave me styleGod gave me graceGod gave me styleGod gave me graceGod put a smile on my faceHaha, God put this smile on my faceGod made me shine like the sunGod make me shine like the sunSometimes I feel like I'm the oneSometimes I feel like I'm the oneIt ain't my fault

[Bridge]I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it downIt ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myselfBunch of niggas around I'm still by myselfI drift off on a cloud by myselfThinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what elseThese days its hard to tell who really cares for meSo you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for meI put a message in my music, hope it brightens your dayIf times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okayA O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard timeYou out the hood, that's good now stay on the grindI'm a sponge, knowledge and wisdom, I absorb fastI'm in a class by myself, you do the math

[Chorus]God gave me styleGod gave me graceGod gave me styleGod gave me graceGod put a smile on my faceHaha, God put this smile on my faceGod made me shine like the sunGod make me shine like the sunSometimes I feel like I'm the oneSometimes I feel like I'm the one

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]I'm from city to city to shop the showSee me I been gridin' across the globeI hustle hard to get the grib fa sho'So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phoneTell me, whats on your mind when you're aloneHave ya touchin' on yourself, girl all in the zoneNow if I turned you onWhat things I say would I be wrongThen I wouldn't wanna be rightMatter fact I'd be on the next flightTryna get it on with you tonightDo the things you likeTouch the right spot, have ya piped and hotWhile the wind blow through your hair in the dropJust lay back, relax to the sounds of the And let me to what I do until you climaxYou can go straight to sleep after its all overIn the mornin' roll over and we can start over

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]Yeah I called just to say hope you havin' a nice dayYou're special, I get into you, oops I mean I'm into youEvery chance I get, I find time to spend with youJet to bring you to me, just to watch a movieBetter yet to watch you climb into the jacuzziBubbles in the bath, don in the glassFunny how time flies when you full of laughsIts fun but before long, a nigga gotta dashFor the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cashTo come quick, so I don't with the stashI know you like pumps and bootsI like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme some lootI put a spell on you, I like to call it a spellIn the bedroom, workin' it well, I don't kiss and tellBut I don't care if you kiss and tellYou can tell your girlfriend the details

[Verse 1]Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped offIt started off a robbery, they blew half his face offThey seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he boughtGrindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happenedSomehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question meThey put me in a line up last time and they arrested meWhen it come to in' coke, they know I got the recipeI turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with meI'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacksA little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crackFigure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the maxNavy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hatCalm, in my palm, fully loaded fire armFirst to let off, last to run, everytime its on

[Verse 2]niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eightiesSayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lienigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer flyI'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mindQueens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his primeWhen I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fireUp a fence runnin, cut my in' hand on a barb wireShits crazy, just a different day, its the same shitHollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole in' brain splitThey sit, they see me in the Ashton MartinWhat's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty startedThought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money atThought you was ed, cause you was lettin' paper stackYou ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a bustaI don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya

[Outro]What?Who said they gonna do somethin' to meYou must be out your rabbid ass mind around and kill one of these niggas

"Hate It Or Love It (G-Unit Remix)"[Intro]Yeah, let's take 'em backUh huh

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girlConfusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold worldDaddy ain't around, prolly out committin' feloniesMy favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melodyI wanna live good, so shit I sell dopeFor a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropesNanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coatIf I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dopeTossed and turn in my sleep at nightWoke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bikeDifferent day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hoodI'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Verse 2 - The Game]I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' yaFirst mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' yaGritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo yaPut Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiersAt my last show, I threw away my NWA goldAnd had the whole crowd yellin' free YayoSo niggas better get up outta mineBefore I creep and turn ya projects into CollumbineAnd I'm rap's MVPDon't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretendMad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriendAnd it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouseThis beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly southEven Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was outWho gave the West Coast mouth to mouth

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Bridge - 50 Cent]From the beginnin' to endLosers lose, winners winThis is real, we ain't got to pretendThe cold world that we inIs full of pressure and painI thought it would changeBut its stayin' the same

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]How many of them boys is with yaWhen you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a pictureI'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the clubTill they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a budMy role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to chokeMy boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coatNow I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listenIf I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the scoreAnd if not, then that'll be me on the floor

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Verse 4 - Tony Yayo]I started out at fifteen, scared as hellI took thirty off a pack and I made them sellAs a youth, man I used to hustle for lootWith that little duece duece and my triple fat gooseSippin' easy Jesus rockin' the lacesMama with me and when she found my piecesI look back on life and think God I'm blessedWe the best on the planet so forget the rest

[Verse 5 - Young Buck]You know I'm still nice with my ed gameLook mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in BrooklaynI handle mine just like a real nigga shouldIf I do some time, homie I'm still all goodLet me show what a thug that born to dieI took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four fiveAnd I ain't even got my feet wet yetA seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch